mad fucking world

[mordrib]

Angst post was about to appear; stifled as it developed in my mind and I read back the 'blog-free zone' in my next to last post

Comments

of course

[mordrib]

I'll continue leaving comments on other journals and won't privatize what's already been written; testament to my folly, heh.

Tsuzukeru

[totalmonochrome]

I always wondered the same thing about a livejournal. What's the point? Am I crying out for attention when writing in it? Is it important to keep it for my health? What kind of person keeps a journal on the internet, anyway? Angst-ridden teens. Emo music fans. Wannabe poets. That's what I thought

From the mouths of babes

[mordrib]

Yes, it has been a good tool for doing so for me, as well, and will continue to be. I used LJ for a sort of conversation, like another message board. With few commenters, and even less that would converse, that point was nullified.

The answer is both, for me. They are the same; intertwined connection leaves spaces in between, and in those spaces of self-revery, we are alone. It is all connected, within ourselves, ourselves with others, humanity with nature, Earth and its solar system, the Milky Way and the universe. One massive realm of connections and links, forged, destroyed, decayed, and reinforced every moment. But where there are links, there are spaces in between, degrees of 'connectedness', partial links, seemingly one-way links. As there must be links, there must not be links; we are always together, and we are always alone.

[anonymous]

I write it for the sake of keeping a journal. I don't really mind if no one reads it, or if anyone does. I'm too lazy to write it out by hand, lately. And would have nowhere to keep it.

I don't have much to say, but I've always read you since I've added you, if that means anything. Which it probably doesn't. Heh.

~Nocturne.

oh?

[mordrib]

Reasons why I'm keeping the journal. ;; Just switching it to private entry.

And it does. XD

<3 strikes back. Or maybe not.

[3nvy]

If you're so alone, what am I?

I could argue for hours about how alone one truly is, about how isolated I am from others. You would say, I am sure, "Look at all your friends. You are not alone." And I, of course, would say the same to you, "How can you be alone if you have people that care?" Now, I will force you to listen to me, and I will force everyone else who can see these words to listen to me.

Being alone is all in one's head. I can see myself as utterly alone or so surrounded is makes me sick. I know a lot of people. I talk to a lot of people. I have friends. But do any of them truly understand me? No, no one does. But then, if I was not angsting, I could easily say that they care, so it doesn't matter if they truly understand or not. That if they can care about me, they don't have to understand, they just have to accept.

But then, I don't make any sense, do I?

and so on

[mordrib]

There is a lack of so much, with everyone, always. This is terminally inevitable, it seems. In that, loneliness is an eternal state.

But then, I'm not always focused on that. And I still think that maybe total understanding is possible. >.> So yeah.

.. Pleh.

[3nvy]

You believe understanding is possible?

Arg! You were the one who convinced me it couldn't be done in the first place. Bastardz0r. :: Shakes fist at. ::

(But I still <3 j00. ^_~)

Rar.

[lohakilo]

I just felt like posting. I have nothing to add, not one thing.

WHEELMON.

*ahem* You aren't alone, you've got cool friends. Like me. >;o

heh

[mordrib]

That talk to me -how- often?

Point and match. ;p

[3nvy]

Joe .. just what the hell is your icon?